blended in with the departing crowd, being neither the first nor the last to leave. And sure enough, when the exiting crowd was at its height, Nate and Liz appeared.
The look on Nate’s face was all business as he surveyed their new surroundings, while Liz looked tense and tired. Quinn also noticed something else. Not only were they holding hands, but Liz’s other hand was wrapped around Nate’s forearm, keeping him close.
Nate made eye contact with his boss a moment later, but kept walking into the station with no acknowledgment.
Quinn let them pass, and continued to scan the crowd to see if anyone was interested in them. When he was confident their arrival had been unobserved, he joined the flow of exiting passengers.
A minute later he came up to Nate on the side opposite his sister.
“Here,” he whispered as he slipped two Oyster cards into Nate’s hand. “Underground. Piccadilly Line. Southbound.” He then picked up his pace and disappeared back into the crowd before his sister noticed him.
The waiting crowd on the Piccadilly southbound platform was large but off its rush-hour high. When Nate and Liz arrived, Quinn stayed visible just long enough for Nate to spot him, then he took a step back out of sight.
As soon as the next train eased to a stop, Quinn wormed his way through the other travelers and entered the opposite end of the same car Nate and Liz had stepped onto. Again he caught his apprentice’s eye. He held two fingers against the support pole, indicating they were only going two stops. At Holborn, Quinn made his way to the westbound Central Line, making sure that Nate never lost sight of him. From there it was a one-stop ride to Tottenham Court Road, then back outside into the gloomy morning.
Quinn waited, tucked into a shallow recess, until Nate and Liz exited, then he moved beside them and said, “This way.”
“Jake?” Liz said.
“Let’s not talk here.”
“How did you know this was where we were going?”
“Liz, please. Just a few minutes more,” he said, then led them to the apartment Orlando had rented on Charlotte Street.
The moment they were inside and the door was closed, Liz said, “Can we talk here? Or am I still supposed to stay quiet?”
“I’m sorry,” Quinn said. “We had to be careful. We couldn’t risk anyone overhearing us.”
“What the hell is going on?” she asked.
“Everything’s all right now,” Nate said. He reached out to touch her on the arm, but this time she pulled away.
“All right? Are you kidding me?” She looked at her brother. “Have you gotten yourself into some kind of trouble? Is that what’s going on?”
“We don’t have time for this right now,” Quinn said. “I have to get back to Orlando.”
“Orlando? Florida?”
Quinn shook his head. “Not the city. Claire.”
“Claire?” Liz said, surprised. “Your girlfriend? She’s mixed up in this, too?”
“We work together.”
“So she’s not your girlfriend?”
“No, she is,” Quinn said. “But we also work — Never mind. That isn’t important.” He was being drawn into a conversation he neither had time for nor wanted. “I needed to make sure you were safe. And now that you are, I have to go make sure you stay that way.”
“Safe? I had men searching through my apartment building for me. Nate got shot at. Julien’s dead, for God’s sake. I even had to come here using a fake passport. Where’s the ‘safe’ in any of that?”
“Listen to me,” Quinn said. “No one can get to you here. No one knows about this place except the three of us and Orlando.”
“You mean Claire,” Liz said, defiant.
“She prefers ‘Orlando.’ ”
“ ‘Claire’ is actually kind of nice,” Nate said.
“Shut up, Nate,” Quinn said.
“Don’t tell him to shut up,” Liz said.
Quinn took a deep breath and tried to say calm. “Liz, please. We can talk about all this later.”
“So you can tell me another lie? No thanks, Jake. You can live in whatever kind of world you’ve created. I don’t care. I don’t care if we never talk again. I don’t need you. I’m getting out of here.”
She started to turn toward the door, but he grabbed her by the arms. She tried to pull away, but he held on.
“I’m trying to protect you.”
“Like you’ve protected me all these years since you left home?” she yelled, tears welling in her eyes. “I just want you to disappear. I don’t need you.”
Quinn closed his eyes for a second, then looked at her again. “Until I make sure the threat is over, you need to stay here. After that, I promise, you never have to deal with me again.”
She stared at him, her shoulders moving up and down with each breath. “Fine,” she said. She tried to pull away again, but he didn’t let go. “Do you mind?”
“You’ll stay in this apartment until I tell you you can go?” he asked.
“I already said I would.”
“Even if we have to leave you here alone sometimes?”
Her eyes darted away from his. “Sure.”
“Liz, I’m serious. I might need Nate, and that means you’ll be here by yourself. But if you think you can use it as an opportunity to sneak out, then our deal is off, and you’ll never be rid of me. You understand?”
They stared at each other for several seconds. “I understand,” she finally said. “I assume it’s okay if I use the bathroom, or is that off-limits, too?”
He let go of her arms. “Down the hallway,” he said, pointing behind him.
She brushed past him and disappeared into the hallway. Once he heard the bathroom door shut, he turned to Nate.
“Don’t you ever do that again,” he said.
“What?” Nate asked.
“Get between me and my sister.”
“I was just trying to lighten the mood. I thought you were going to rip each other apart.”
“I don’t care what you were trying to do. Your job is to make sure Liz is safe, and that’s all!”
Nate’s eyes narrowed, his face hardening. “That’s exactly what I’ve been doing!” Tension filled the space between them for another moment, then, in a calmer voice, Nate asked, “Do you want to know what happened this morning?”
“Yes. Of course,” Quinn said. “What happened?”
Nate told him about the failed meeting with Julien and the subsequent encounter with the men Julien had been pretending to work with.
“How much does Liz know?” Quinn asked, shooting a glance toward the hallway, expecting his sister to reappear at any second.
“Only that Julien is dead, and that there were some gunshots. She doesn’t know I killed them. Not for sure, anyway.”
“About me, I mean.”
“She knows you don’t work in banking. And that I work for you. She asked a lot of questions, but I told her she would have to get details from you.”
“Okay. Good,” Quinn said. It was the best he could hope for. “Any other problems after your encounter this morning?”
Nate shook his head.
“I need to get back to Orlando,” Quinn said. “You stay here for now.”
“Have you found out who sent the men to Paris?”
“Not yet. But we’ve got a pretty good idea who he is.” He looked around the room like he’d set something
